"Great! Then you'll have no expectations," she replies brightly, and grins, then examines her empty mimosa. "Do you want another drink? I'm feeling irresponsible."

Blue ducks through the others milling about and returns with hers refilled and one for him, grinning at his deadpan about Alex's music taste. She's about to retort something about even finding emo bands from home when Michael's suggestion makes her cough on her drink.

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy?" she suggests back. "Is that where we're going with this?"

"You could strip to Panic! at the Disco, that'd be an...event..."